Human love

If one is even a bit su·per·sti·tious;

We may come to believe that the Stars are not aligned for us

But it turns out there is no malice in the sky

In Nature there is no Plan

There is no ordained Priest

There is no King

 

The animals are fine, and only kill to defend or eat

Even the crocodiles and snakes

The winds may blow, and the clouds may moan

But

It’s  only us humans who Kill for Sport and God

 

 

 

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